Blue Monday

The average Londoner’s Monday morning consists of the same, glum, tube scene. The carriage is a wash with grey tones, only exaggerated by the dim tube lights, with the occasional splash of blue. My eyes are often drawn to these splashes of colour, this may be because it is the only colour visible in my…

Aged fumes and international travels.

  This woman wandering around Borough market, I’m assuming she lives a wonderful life of leisure, enjoying the tourist attractions across not only the UK but the international seas. As she wanders past the truffles and cheese stand inhaling the aged fumes as she sips on what looks like an Americano, she seems to be…

The Orange Shop On Brick Lane

The silence of no life was almost deafening. London had become a dark and eerie place since the city had been overrun by flesh eating corpses. Those who were lucky enough to still be alive found comfort in the colourful and vibrant shops of Brick Lane. Most of the buildings there were also well on…

The Streets Bleed Under The Brick Lane Gangs Reign

Bodies bleed pink on the doomed, dark streets of Brick Lane, London. These cold cruel executions claimed by ___ . Only insiders are said to be safe from persecution. ‘Join up or die’ should serve as their slogan. They’ve become the Big Brother of the streets of Brick Lane.  They are omniscient, omnipresent.  They have…

Autumn Evening In Notting Hill

  Crispy-cold air, the end of daylight savings, we take a journey from the east of London and stumble upon a quaint street settled in the heart of Notting Hill. The lights of the street lamps shimmers along the overcast area, while a burst of colours from the houses create a vibrant atmosphere amongst the…